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By MISTY HITT
Rappahannock New* Contributing Writer
This is an open letter for foxhunting. You could say I’m the last of a dying breed - a native of Rappahannock who raises foxhounds. I come from a family of foxhunters. My parents, grandparents and great-grandparents were all bom in Rappahannock.
This is my home and my heritage. I have served as secretarytreasurer of the Northern Virginia Fox Hunters Association, Inc., for the past four years. During this time, I’ve met many people who enjoy the sport and many who misunderstand it.
Northern Virginia is foxhunting country. The foxhound is Virginia’s state dog. Foxhunting is America’s oldest field sport. Why is it so misunderstood? Most people ask, “Why do you like to kill foxes?” I have never killed a fox. My hounds don’t kill foxes. Cars, traps and disease kill foxes.
I'm asked, “What do you see in it?” I see a hound and fox match skills they were bom with. Listening to a pack of hounds is as natural to me as listening to birds or crickets chirping. If you love country life, you should love foxhunting.
There are different styles of foxhunting. Some, like the Rappahannock Hunt Club, accompany the hounds on horses. The riders, in their red coats, following the hounds, is the classic picture of foxhunting. The club hounds are near my home and I enjoy watching the riders from my yard.
Some people like to lay drags
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